JAGGED FINGERS OF AGONY sliced up her leg and Emma gritted her teeth against the pain. She pressed the makeshift bandage Clovis had wrapped around her thigh, ripped from a hotel towel and tied tight enough to make her leg throb.
Clovis threw her another look and she jerked her hand away, pretending to look out the side window. The landscape along Highway 55 shot past at a dizzying rate and Emma closed her eyes as nausea bloomed.
“I’m taking you to a hospital.”
She shook her head, her eyes snapping open. “No. Please, Clovis. You told me the bullet went clear through. It’s fine. We need to get back to Indy.”
He didn’t look convinced. “It could get infected.”
“I’ll deal with it later.” Emma knew in her gut that, if she showed any kind of weakness he would turn the car toward the nearest
